"It shouldn't be possible…"
On Mount Olympus, deep within the grand halls of the Titan King, an enraged Kronos smashed an ornate table into pieces. Divine ichor pulsed through his veins as his fury boiled over.
"That damn White Titan… why does such a monster even exist!?"
He clenched his Adamantine Sickle, the divine weapon that had once helped him usurp his father, Uranus. Yet even with this legendary blade in hand, he knew—he was no match for that abomination.
Kronos, the God of Time, ruled the Greek Pantheon by peering into the past and future, altering fate itself to maintain his supremacy. It was with this power that he had cast down his father and seized control. He used it daily to ensure his continued rule.
But today… today, he saw something horrifying.
A colossal white giant, a divine entity radiating pure destruction—Sefar, the White Titan.
A Primordial Machine God, a catastrophe beyond comprehension, a force capable of eradicating entire pantheons. It towered above the earth, an unstoppable force that laid waste to gods with mere movements.
No matter how much the Twelve Titans resisted, they were annihilated as if they were mere insects beneath its might.
The only reason the world wasn't reduced to nothingness was because of those damned Paradise Fairies, who had forged the Holy Sword of the Stars at the last possible moment.
"Those arrogant little bastards…" Kronos growled. "Why couldn't they have forged it faster!? A bunch of self-important procrastinators!"
The Sacred Sword of the Stars and its chosen wielder were fated to defeat the White Titan, yet no matter how many times Kronos replayed the future in his mind, one truth remained constant—those fairies would always finish forging the weapon at the last second.
Meaning every god on Earth had to die first before that sword could even be swung.
Even worse? In some timelines, the Paradise Fairies overslept and never forged the sword at all. The result? Total annihilation.
Kronos nearly had a stroke when he discovered this. The idea that his fate—and the fate of the world—depended on whether or not a bunch of fairies hit snooze on their alarm clock was absolutely infuriating.
"Hopeless! They're all hopeless!"
Clearly, there was no way to speed them up. So… was there any other method to prevent this catastrophe?
Fleeing wasn't an option. If the King of the Titans ran, it would set off a chain reaction, dooming the entire Greek Pantheon. But standing and fighting? Certain death.
Kronos was no saint. He wasn't about to sacrifice himself for mortals.
"…Unless."
A thought crossed his mind. He was the God of Time, wasn't he? Why not… pull a powerful warrior from the past?
At once, he tore through the fabric of time, searching for someone—anyone—who could turn the tide.
That's when he found it.
A moment in history, hidden from even his sight.
A deception.
A betrayal.
"…Rhea."
Kronos' wife, Rhea, was also a Goddess of Time. And as Kronos pulled back the veil of the past, a disturbing realization hit him.
That day… when he devoured his newborn son…
That wasn't Zeus. It was a rock.
"THAT DAMN WOMAN FOOLED ME!?"
Kronos nearly punched a hole through Olympus itself. His youngest son, the one prophesied to overthrow him, was alive.
And if Zeus was destined to overthrow the King of the Titans…
"…Then doesn't that mean I can let him take the throne… and let him deal with the White Titan instead of me?"
Kronos sat cross-legged, deep in thought.
If Zeus became the new King of the Gods, then when the other pantheons sought help against the Machine God…
He would be the one to die.
Not Kronos.
"…Brilliant."
The Titan King grinned.
As for what happened to him after being overthrown? He wasn't worried.
After all, the Greek Gods weren't ordinary deities. They were, in truth, silicon-based lifeforms from the stars, capable of assuming physical human bodies.
As long as his true body was safely hidden, even if Zeus 'killed' him, he wouldn't actually die.
"…Alright. I'll let my rebellious son take the fall."
Kronos was delighted with his own genius.
Using his powers, he located Zeus, who was already setting out to sea, preparing to challenge him.
"Hah! He looks so confident."
Time to test his wits.
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Kronos transformed into an old shipwrecked man, floating helplessly on the sea.
"Ohh… help… someone, please…"
As expected, Zeus took the bait immediately.
"Old man, are you alright?"
Kronos smirked internally.
Naive.
This brat was far too trusting. A rookie like this thought he could fight him?
"Ah, kind young man," Kronos coughed weakly. "I am so thirsty…"
Zeus smiled. "No problem! I have some great wine here!"
Wine?
Even better! Kronos could use this to lower his guard.
"Oh, you are too kind, lad." He accepted the drink and took a deep gulp.
The sweetness of the wine spread through his body, and even he had to admit—it was exquisite. Not even Mount Olympus had wine this fine.
"Ahh… delicious… but…"
Something felt… off.
His vision blurred. His body felt weak.
"…Why do I feel… intoxicated…?"
Wait.
WHY IS A GOD KING GETTING DRUNK!?
"Bang!"
Kronos collapsed, hitting the ground like a felled tree.
He barely managed to glimpse Zeus' shocked expression.
"…Huh? That worked?"
DAMN IT.
How was he supposed to know his son carried divine wine strong enough to down a Titan!?
His thoughts blurred. His stomach churned.
Then, to his horror—
He vomited.
Not just wine.
Five glowing orbs.
Kronos' eyes widened in horror.
OH NO.
That was—
Hades. Poseidon. Hestia. Demeter. Hera.
The children he ate.
And with that final soul-crushing realization, the great King of the Titans passed out.
Zeus looked down at his unconscious father, blinking.
"…Huh."
"That was easier than I thought."
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